Chapter 103: A Storm Rises to the Heavens

Wang Lisha had completely lost her patience with Lin Feng. She had thought that the last reprimand would teach him a lesson and keep him from going too far. Unexpectedly, he only became more reckless, even staying out late with Yating until midnight!

“Do you even know what kind of people participate in the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament? They are the martial backbones of the major factions, and any one of them could easily claim the Chinese Sanda Championship. You want to compete in such a setting? This isn’t about looking down on you; I’m telling you, you’re courting death!”

“Sister Hu, show him!” Wang Lisha urged.

“Yes!” The middle-aged woman who had been following Wang Lisha stepped forward and lifted her shirt to reveal a shocking scar on her side.

The wound resembled a twenty-centimeter-long centipede crawling across her waist and abdomen.

“This scar was left on me during the last Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament. It was inflicted by someone’s bare palm combined with a powerful internal force! Over the years, I’ve taken countless tonics to heal, but it left a permanent injury. I am a martial artist at the Transformation Realm, ranked among the top fifty in China. And you—who do you think you are? If you go, it will only be the road to death!”

Sister Hu’s voice was low and earnest, full of heartfelt warning, trying to persuade this ignorant youth to reconsider his reckless path.

Yet, they did not know the full story. They only knew that Lin Feng would represent the Jisheng Society in the tournament, but they had no idea why such a seemingly powerless young man was sent to compete in such a fierce event.

Their judgment was purely based on their assumptions.

Because their impression of Lin Feng as a spineless pretty boy was too deeply ingrained, they didn’t care to investigate further.

“A martial artist at the Transformation Realm? Have you heard of Cheng Qianfeng?”

“The Mexican Wolf? Cheng Qianfeng of the Skull Society? How do you know him?” Sister Hu was surprised.

“Who is stronger, you or Cheng Qianfeng?”

“Cheng Qianfeng is at the early Transformation Realm, while I’m at the mid-level. Naturally, I am slightly stronger.”

“Oh, I see. Understood.”

Having asked these questions, Lin Feng didn’t even glance at the fifty thousand yuan cash scattered on the ground. With a casual turn, he started to leave.

Someone only slightly stronger than Cheng Qianfeng had no right to lecture him.

It was sheer recklessness.

“Hey, kid! What do you think you’re doing? Are you refusing me? Do you know what happened to those who dared refuse me?”

Wang Lisha was furious. After asking those strange questions, this scumbag just turned his back on her, not giving her an ounce of respect!

“Refuse, so what?” Lin Feng waved his hand, unwilling to waste words.

Wang Lisha’s forehead veins bulged with rage, nearly losing control.

But Sister Hu stopped her.

“Chairwoman, this is Jisheng Society’s territory, and the young lady is inside. Don’t act rashly!”

At the mention of Li Yating, Wang Lisha’s fury finally softened.

This precious daughter, lost and found, was cherished like a fragile treasure—protected as if she might break or melt away. She couldn’t bear even the slightest harm coming to her.

“This kid, taking advantage of Yating’s affection, running wild! Fine! I’ll see how you die at the Five Provinces Martial Arts Tournament!”

“Sister Hu, let’s go!”

Suppressing the fire burning in her chest, Wang Lisha got in the car with Sister Hu and left.

Lin Feng turned and watched Wang Lisha’s car disappear, shaking his head slightly as he sighed quietly:

“I planned to complete the Three Purities Spirit Gathering Formation tomorrow, but it seems better to finish it this very morning.”

He pulled out two millennium-old spiritual artifacts he had brought from the Yunfeng Mountain underground palace.

One was the “Millennium Fuxi Branch,” said to be a spiritual plant personally cultivated by Fuxi in ancient times.

A single verdant branch held astonishing wood-element spiritual power, complementing the Millennium Shark Pearl in a symbiotic cycle.

The other was a dense, jet-black “Millennium Geng Metal,” no larger than half a palm but weighing a thousand pounds—so heavy that even ten trucks couldn’t carry it.

It countered the wood element of the Fuxi Branch and could amplify the water element of the Shark Pearl.

These were critical spiritual artifacts that balanced the three types of spiritual energy in the formation.

With these three millennium treasures prepared as the formation’s core, all that remained was for Lin Feng to refine the formation diagram and activate the formation.

Just as he was about to begin, Yao Qianqian suddenly appeared.

“Lin Feng! Did you use the Tang family’s influence to threaten Senior Wang Jie to distance himself from me? Tell me, was it you?”

Yao Qianqian looked at Lin Feng with a face full of sorrow and anger, pointing and accusing him loudly.

Being interrupted while setting the formation was already annoying, and Lin Feng knew nothing about Wang Jie.

“Wang Jie? I haven’t targeted him, and you’re overestimating yourself.”

“Overestimating myself? Lin Feng, do you know that a month ago I went to the Tang family and was humiliated by Tang Yunying in every possible way? You’re just a pawn in the hands of these great powers. Do you really think they would sacrifice everything for you?”

“I’m giving you one last chance. If you sincerely apologize to my parents and grandfather, I will forgive you! We can live together like before. How about it?”

Lin Feng frowned slightly at this pitiful woman.

Apologize to the Yao family? What kind of logic was that? Who was truly owed an apology?

Their dignity was their dignity, but was Lin Feng’s dignity nothing but muddy dirt to be trampled on at will?

“Heh, Yao Qianqian, sorry, I refuse.”

“What!”

Yao Qianqian was stunned. She had thought that if she offered this chance, Lin Feng would be pressured into returning to the Yao family, and she could maintain her marriage!

But now, she no longer recognized this Lin Feng.

“Lin Feng, who do you think you are? You’re nothing but a broke loser, a live-in son-in-law, a kept pretty boy! What right do you have to refuse me? What right!”

Tears streaming, Yao Qianqian hysterically confronted Lin Feng.

“What right? Yao Qianqian, don’t you realize by now? We’ve long been from two different worlds. Today, I’ll show you my right!”

With that, Lin Feng drew two drops of blood from his fingertip and touched them onto the two spiritual artifacts.

“Roar—”

The water vein dragon beneath Hualong Lake suddenly awakened, shooting up from the lakebed. Bathed in the bright moonlight, its entire body gleamed silver, sparkling like stardust.

Lin Feng stood tall, facing the wind, his clothes billowing dramatically.

“Formation, rise!”

With a breath, the two spiritual artifacts floated up into the air, hovering above the dragon’s head.

The silver dragon, like a swimming dragon playing with a pearl, held the two artifacts in its mouth and unleashed a piercing dragon roar:

“Roar—”

Then, it leapt a hundred meters, diving under the moonlight straight toward Villa No. 1 beside Hualong Lake.

“Boom—”

A tremendous surge of water exploded skyward, mist spreading everywhere. The entire villa was instantly shrouded in a radiant glow, countless spiritual energies flooding in from all directions like a tidal wave, forming a fierce whirlwind, the wind howling sharply.

Lin Feng stood amidst the strong wind, surrounded by a protective glow, his robes fluttering like an immortal ascending to the heavens, standing in a celestial realm.

Gazing at the golden formation diagram gradually completing over the villa, Lin Feng smiled faintly and whispered:

“The Three Purities Spirit Gathering Formation—complete!”

Such a majestic scene and aura were beyond the ordinary Yao Qianqian’s comprehension, shaking her to the core, her worldview nearly shattered.